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Peter Farrelly's novel is a picaresque wonder of demented hilarity, inspired lunacy, and a ruthless skewering of the superficiality that engendered the cultural infatuation with celebrity that will be our undoing. The back of the book calls it "A Confederacy of Dunces meets The Player". More appropriately, it's The Catcher in The Rye meets Fear and Loathing in Los Angeles. Part Holden Caulfield with a profane streak, part Hunter Thompson with a redemptive streak, Farrelly's Henry Halloran tells truths that tickle as they sting, that leave tears of laughter in our eyes and lumps of sadness in our throats. This may not be literature, but it's certainly art. What were the author's intentions… Read more
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Don't buy this for the spectacle. (It IS worth that investment, the video/film debate notwithstanding.) Buy it for the writing, the music, the performances, and the slice of history that never will be repeated. Especially with the passing of Richard Wright, Pulse is a monument to Pink Floyd's musicianship, their singular accomplishment as an act, and a body of work like no other.
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If you lived through this era, you need to see this film to understand the underpinnings of a musical/cultural phenomenon that will never happen again. The largely anonymous musicians who fueled this phenomenon are as you'd expect them to be: as reverently humble as they are abundantly talented. If you didn't live through this era, you need to see this film to understand almost everything you hear today. Either way, if you're not already hooked by the time scene 21 reveals the rhythmic origins of "I Heard it Through the Grapevine" -- and if that scene doesn't induce glorious ecstasy -- call the embalmer. You're already gone. These gentlemen created a footprint that the tides of time cannot… Read more
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